The evening sky in an amber dressing
Whirls of pink scattered like strokes from bristles
Bees who forage in the early eve
Come storming back to their hives before darkness falls
Seagulls blaze their sunny-glazed eyes
And seaweed paddle to the beach with their outgrowing thalli
Lovers under colorful umbrellas caught in gaze traps
Free themselves in playful lip-pacts
And in this entrance to the clutches of twilight
Biology blooms from all corners into a diorama
Of what the eye gathers and the heart appreciates.
It seem beauty could not be more objective
As dusk dressed in the most radiant of frocks
Disrobes and flaunts her beautiful ebony skin
And dark is simply beautiful, her jasmine aroma, her crisp air
Her endlessness before your naked eyes
And the negro sky pushing the moon out of her womb
Paper lanterns hovering over street cafes
Nebula lips holding their buds out in the breezy air
For little stars to blossom, and petals reclining
To make room for burrowing creatures of the night.
As natives of the night-plains make love
Under tungsten moons. And the moon plays peekaboo
Through cloud cover, as falling beams
Sneak through curtains, settling on sleeping babies.
And parades of mice gnaw gunny sacs searching
For harvests of rice. As owls inside hollow dens
Pose questions of alibis, flicking out wisecracks.
And the night ushers in hundred strains of beauty
Interwoven in to one landscape
Taking nature’s course, carving inlets, flowing through outlets
Making enough room for her many natives
It seems the night has a thousand faces.
And one complexion, the panorama of her skin.